MUSIC NOTES

Track / 01. Little Bird - Star Cast

But I'll be right here; Right here with you; All along, all along

Little Bird; Everything will be just fine; Little Bird

I was a mess of exhaustion and happiness when they laid our little one in my arms. The weight of her swaddled in the softest of fabrics, nudging against my breast made my breath hitch in my throat and tears burn behind my eyes. The light coo's and gurgles before her breathing evened out and she falls asleep were mesmerizing and the purest, sweetest thing I'd ever seen.

This was beautiful.

This was everything we ever wanted.

I hear him shift closer and curl around my side and rest his stubbled chin against my shoulder as he breathes deeply at the sight of our little girl.

"Oh, Bella," he breathes and presses his lips to skin damp with sweat and kisses my temple. "She's perfect." I can hear the break in his voice and my throat tightens.

"We did this," I remind him and turn my head to face him.

His green eyes shine in the overhead light as tears sit on his lashes. I tilt my chin up and place a quick kiss on his jaw. A small wordless 'I love you' as his eyes fall back our child.

"I can't believe we have her…" he whispers and I know his fear.

Over the years through disappointing false positives, month after month of my monthly arriving right on time and the devastating miscarriages we'd suffered, we'd come to think that this would never happen for us.

I could see how much our losses affected him and wished nothing more than to take that pain from him.

And then it happened.

Our little girl…

"Hold her," I whisper and cast him a look.

I see him swallow thickly as he instantly reaches his hands out and I can't stop the tears as I watch him hold her for the first time.

He's gentle with his movements as his hand's cradle our child, his eyes locked on her slumbering face.

"She's so perfect… I…" he speaks but his voice breaks and he falls silent, a beautiful picture of love and pure adoration.

He cries as he holds her and I cry with him.

I lean forward and press my face into the crook of his neck and place a kiss to the tattoo he'd gotten last month, a beautiful minimalist design of a small sparrow with the words 'Little Bird' in delicate script in the middle.

I kiss the image once, and then twice more before I turn my eyes back to our baby, our little Sparrow.

"I love you so much," I hear him whisper to her before I close my eyes with a smile on my face knowing that our little girl was safe and protected and happy right here in her mommy and daddy's arms.

A/N: I own nothing besides the mistakes I hope you can overlook.

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